Memories always come like a tide when we are not prepared, and scenes of past events also come quietly.
Naturally, he knew Xu Yanwu's whereabouts in the middle of the night and once again fell into the memory of this senior.
Out of curiosity a long time ago, Ye Hongtu asked his father about Xu Yanwu in the middle of the night. Ye Hongtu, who has been firmly in the arena for more than ten years, mentioned that his hometown was Qianfeng County, Yanzhou, and he never practiced swordsmanship. The swordsman with the sword is quite funny.
When he was young, he was crazy about wanting to be famous. He was even crazier than when he was provoking various gangs at night. He was so crazy that he aimed to defeat the king with a different surname who was famous in the world and powerful in the temple. He went to Panshan Mountain for many years to have a fight. Xu Yanwu, who has never been defeated, has always been unfazed by defeat and has been challenging for more than 20 years. During this period, he never failed to talk about getting married and having children.
This swordsman who always boasted that he used peach branches because he was afraid of being injured by Ye Mu Lin, had been secretly praised by Ye Mu Lin for his perseverance.
As long as this thought is used in the right place, it will be better than this useless effort now.
It’s just that the goal is set too high, so the climbing process is always unsatisfactory.
Later, even though he fought and lost many times, he became familiar with Panshan. After all, he had been through wind and rain for more than ten years, and it was fake to have no feelings at all.
More than six years ago, Xu Yanwu, who was mountaineering again for a fight, happened to hear that Ye Jia was escorting Prince Fuying and Ge Wangyou back to China as a Jianghu. The swordsman also helped the dangerous escort for unknown reasons at the time.
Then five years ago, suddenly I hadn’t seen the Peach Branch Swordsman who had to come once a month for more than half a year. He was really the patron who had a relationship with him. At night, he sent someone to investigate, but the news they got was that the family had no idea. trace.
Naturally, in the middle of the night, Ma Qianzhong and Ma Qianzhong went to Qianfeng, Yanzhou to investigate secretly, but the result was that a family was murdered and their bodies were exposed in the wilderness.
The sudden incident with no clues was defined as an unsolved case by the local government. Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning, and soon began a series of murders of people who had participated in escorting Wage Wangyou in the first one or two years. Curtain.
As the news of the death of one person after another spread to Panshan, everyone thought it was the resurgence of the demon sect that had been wiped out by Emperor Wu Jian's expeditions from east to west and the north and south more than a hundred years ago, but it was just official or private. All the investigations were to no avail, and there was not a single clue. We could only wonder what kind of demons and ghosts the prince from Fuying had offended, and he was so powerful.
Then the matter ended without a clue, and was buried in the long river of history, existing only in the memories of those who were involved.
After hearing these past events being roughly narrated in the middle of the night, Meng Cui, who was naturally ordered to be in the capital and was not allowed to move around at will and did not understand the rules, would know the cause and effect that is difficult for ordinary people to know. When there was no follow-up, Meng Ji turned around and looked at this strong man who lived up to his name. He paced and said again: "Back then, Si Yanwei was not old enough to walk around. The little old man was also free, and he often talked with Brother Xu. I know he has a disciple like this from his interactions with me."
But before he could speak in the middle of the night, Meng Xi continued: "A few years ago, this child was suddenly sent here, and he became so stupid. He didn't know anything about it, and he couldn't even tell what he had experienced in the past few years. What made it look like this, it makes people feel distressed.”
In the middle of the night, I noticed that the eyes of the strong man named Pagoda Yeru Pagoda behind him were indeed a little dull. It was not that he was taciturn and not good at words, but that he had no concentration.
In the middle of the night, he collected his thoughts and let out a sigh of anger in his chest, saying: "I have never heard Uncle Xu mention Senior Meng. I didn't know there was such a deep connection. I feel ashamed."
Indeed, if you can keep the disciple of your late friend by your side to take care of him, the friendship will naturally be deep.
I had never heard that this Yanzhou swordsman had a disciple who was reborn in the middle of the night and blamed himself. After all, he only focused on investigating the clueless disappearance and then the puzzling annihilation of his family. He never expected that there was still a disciple alive. , how to teach him not to feel guilty?
In the middle of the night, I glanced at Xu Baota outside again and said guiltily, "Back then, I only thought that Uncle Xu's family had been killed. I never thought that there were still disciples. It's really my fault for miscalculation, and I feel ashamed of Master Xu."
Still immersed in the grief of his old friend's tragic death, Meng Cui looked up to the sky and exhaled a long breath, walking alone, "It's hard to go against God's will, and fate plays tricks on people."
Then he cupped his fists and raised his hands, Meng Cui said: "Thank you, Third Young Master, for telling me the details and clearing up my confusion."
The late night watcher was also polite, "What did Senior Meng say? Uncle Xu and my Ye family also have a deep connection. Knowing that this disciple is alive and being cared for by senior can be regarded as comforting Uncle Xu's spirit in heaven. If Senior Meng is inconvenienced, it is completely You can send this pagoda brother to Panshan and have his own dedicated people take care of him."
Meng Ji waved his hand, "It's good to have a pagoda here, little old man. It's like having a playmate when you're old."
When people grow old, they just pass it on from one generation to the next. The happiest thing is when their children and grandchildren cuddle up to each other.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly thought of the old man on the mountain and my white-headed father who had been guarding his grave for six years.
Meng Ji glanced at the strong man behind him, changed the subject, and suddenly said: "Why don't I go and ask the third young master Xiao Lingtong?"
In the middle of the night, his heart moved, and he naturally understood what the little old man meant by doing this. Just as he was about to speak, Meng Cuo said again: "It just so happens that the little old man is also looking for the man who just took care of him."
Naturally, he didn't want outsiders to get involved, so Ye Sangen declined: "Thank you, Senior Meng, for your kindness. This matter cannot be rushed. I'd better ask Zhao Fu first before making other plans."
Meng Ji was kind-hearted, "Then Zhao Fu is just a protector. If Xiao Lingtong doesn't see him or doesn't want to talk to him, he can't do anything. The little old man will naturally find ways to make him talk."
After thinking about it, he agreed in the middle of the night: "Then I will go with Senior Meng."
Meng Ji, who knew the past events of Midnight, obviously had some unexplainable changes in his relationship with Midnight, and advised: "I guess the ghost market is busy at this hour, Xiao Lingtong should be there, I It seems you’d better not go in.”
In the middle of the night, he was also in a dilemma. Just as he was thinking about it, Meng Cuo said again: "It's better to go to the Tutu Temple where Xiao Lingtong lives first."
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The Tutu Temple was built at the bottom of the evil pit, closest to the ghost market. It was originally a Bodhisattva worshiped by the refugees in the evil pit to protect their safety. However, it later failed to protect this area of peace. Countless people still died of starvation and illness year after year, which led to a The gang of gangsters smashed it in a treasonous manner.
It’s just that it’s unclear when the previous dynasty took place, and why it became a land temple in the future is nowhere to be found. It does occupy a large area, and after hundreds of years of welcoming and transporting, some of them are not built until now. Shed, if those outsiders coming and going in the ghost market miss the time, for example, the city has already closed the city gates and entered the curfew, and the dog hole in the cultivation workshop is not suitable for ordinary people to hang out, these people come here to opportunistically think Most of the merchants who made a lot of money chose to rest in this earth temple, waiting to leave after the city opened the next day.
Not far from here to the south, there is a rapid underground river, which is the only entrance to the ghost market. It is similar to a post station on the Chidao Road. There is a constant flow of people coming and going every day. These businessmen are naturally chatting. Inseparable from all the fun and new things in the world, Xiao Lingtong has a certain reason for arranging his residence here.
In the dilapidated Earth Temple, which has long since been repaired, businessmen gathered in small groups, many of whom were well-dressed. They were surrounded by five large and thick-shouldered retinues who were hired at high prices. Naturally, there were also some roosters and dog thieves with sly eyebrows and sly eyes. They are hiding in the darkest corners, with a pair of thieves' eyes wandering around, looking for suitable prey to attack, and some are reckless people who can see the tip of a knife licking blood at a glance. Their whole body exudes a gloomy aura. These are all It is impossible to fake the bloody aura that has been cultivated through many years of life and death fighting.
Naturally, he was afraid of being recognized. On the third day of the night, he was close to the Xu Pagoda, which was like an iron tower. In addition, the surrounding light was dark and obscure, so it was still relatively hidden.
The Tutu Temple has its own door and courtyard. Meng Cai was familiar with the road and ignored the eyes of the people around him. He walked through the courtyard and walked directly into the ruined temple.
No matter how dilapidated the house is, it can provide shelter from wind and rain, which is better than being covered by a hut outside. It is precisely because of this that this small temple is divided into seven or eight areas, occupied by a few local snakes who think they are very powerful. Renting out, you can earn a certain amount of broken silver. How much depends on your mood. You can earn less but not more. Small profits but quick turnover. You can go to the ghost market to gamble or go whoring. It's best to have fun.
Meng Ji didn't shy away from it either. When he entered the room, he called out, "Xiao Lingtong."
For example, he, a watchdog in the capital, often interacts with the evil pits on both official and private matters. He is also an official appointed by the court. He may be useless in the ghost market, but he is very useful in the evil pits, a place that is still under control. It works.
Especially after the ghost market was encircled and suppressed five or six years ago, not to mention the ghost market, the villains and the refugees secretly cursed these officials and family members one by one with gnashing teeth. They were even more afraid to see the officials than to see them openly.
But the prerequisite is that you have to know this dwarf.
Groups in the room heard and looked around, but no one spoke to them.
Unlike in the middle of the night, I only heard his name but never met this strange man who was said to have a photographic memory of everyone I met in his life. I think Meng Tong had dealt with him and walked directly to Zaowu Ni, which only had the base left. On the side of the earth platform of the statue, a sloppy man wearing a torn blanket was kicked awake.
The man opened his eyes with excitement, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw the person clearly. He suddenly smiled and stood up, nodded and knelt down, "Mr. Meng, why do you always have time to come here?"
Ye Sangen took a quick look and found that he really couldn't compliment this man. No matter how wretched and wretched he was, he was much more pleasing to the eye than the turtle man at the door.
Triangular eyes, mustache, garlic nose, windy ears, and two front teeth like two garlic cloves separated from the nose, making this already unique face even more distinctive.
Ye Sangeng, who had never seen Xiao Lingtong before, frowned slightly. Could it be that the real person is more than just his appearance?
